6: 30pm - the alarm clock registers. The more or less gentle tap on the "Snooze" button, I give myself additional 4 minutes on my hard surface.
But actually it is not the alarm clock that lets me this morning my mosquito net see (made in Germany!), But mixed rather Indian hoot of a Schepp ground mobile speaker with first morgentlichen conversations of my roommates and the smell of incense, as of whirring fans widespread.
6:34 clock - the clock is true in the Indian pop beats with a lilting female voice and completes a this unusual duo. Zack, the alarm is off, the Indian Räucherkonzert from next door continues. I slip out of my impregnated Himmelb (s) of ett into the jogging pants. Wet foot (tonight it must have rained well) I open my creaking doors and windows. "Good morning, sir!" it echoed against me already. Easy to see me two deep black eyes - Veeresh is, as always wide awake and scurries around on its base with two wheels. "Good morning, sir!" - Venkatesh has also noticed that the sleepy German is finally awake!
"Good morning, sir!" spreads over the "female sector" as an Australian forest fire from. Teeth are scrubbed, laundry washed and hung up, made tea, rooms cleaned, three-day beards removed, gelled hair, painted her forehead with various characters and Giddappa sings for the amusement of all who can hear him. "Good morning, sir!" However, I am on the way to the toilet, the door can be opened only with a strong push.
back into the room - "Good morning, sir!" - caught soap and towel and after a short queue (Giddappa the addition will be happy in the shower) filled the big bucket even with the cool waters. The small bucket dipped into it soon and smack - the now familiar matutinal coldness shock.
"Good morning, sir, kudidira tea?" And already, all incense and Indian Clock Hits forgotten. Tea masiert the stomach, taste buds and delight all the way to a magical invigorating.
is when brushing your teeth in the open then found that at these temperatures (in the morning at half past eight!), Students of CBGs would probably strike a long time ago for free heat. The first welding occupied the freshly washed skin. It is winter, because such is only the summer be ...? The small, tin tea mug is washed and then it is
"Sir, Nasta eitu?" .
The tin plate is filled a few minutes, the brim: a kind of rice pudding (which is so hot that I even after a few minutes of the fingers because verbenne), which in addition to onions, tomatoes, unknown spices, peanuts, more unknown spices a lot of green chillies romp. I sense already bad, so I come with joy to me unknown, fried dough pieces. Ah, so it is perhaps of Chili to Chili shimmy.
The first dough pieces covered a piece of potato, incredibly delicious, and moderately sharp. Hungry is fast in the second Teigversteck bit - I'd rather not should do. For where the first dough pieces still wrapped a potato, now is a nice juicy, freshly harvested, untreated green chili.
The eyes water, sweat breaks out, the nose runs. The laughter of the guys is not long in coming, and so the day starts with a hearty laugh, in which I can enter only after 15min, when slowly the feeling of the tongue comes back ...
Good Morning India, sir!
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